Still with us - thank goodness, where would we be without Uncle Dave telling it like it is. Anesthesiology is a not so funny thing, every human has different physiology and most of them are inclined to be cantankerous so it's a somewhat challenging position. My last time under general I woke up hours before I was meant to, pressed the button for the charge nurse and waited interminably for a response (or so it seemed - I was still so high I didn't know I was high). Then I staggered off down the corridors to see if the human race still existed and bumped into Willie, a musician that I vaguely knew who worked as a nurse to pay the bills. I tried to say "Hi Willie" and found that my tongue had turned into a matchbox during surgery. At that point the nurse supposedly on duty came rushing down the corridor, frog marched me back into my bed and ruthlessly jabbed my posterior with the largest hypodermic needle I've ever seen (again, I was still high as a kite). A few hours later when most of me had awoken again (my posterior was still numb on one side - when that wore off it hurt more than the surgical wounds) I discharged myself against medical advice and have never set foot that hospital again. Foolishly flew to Christchurch the next day for a training course and spent $120 on a taxi fare from the airport to Admiral Motor lodge and then back to Airport Motor Lodge 500m from the airport where the course was being held. Aye aye Captain, moral is to take your time recuperating.
I am very pleased with all of this.
Still with us - thank goodness, where would we be without Uncle Dave telling it like it is. Anesthesiology is a not so funny thing, every human has different physiology and most of them are inclined to be cantankerous so it's a somewhat challenging position. My last time under general I woke up hours before I was meant to, pressed the button for the charge nurse and waited interminably for a response (or so it seemed - I was still so high I didn't know I was high). Then I staggered off down the corridors to see if the human race still existed and bumped into Willie, a musician that I vaguely knew who worked as a nurse to pay the bills. I tried to say "Hi Willie" and found that my tongue had turned into a matchbox during surgery. At that point the nurse supposedly on duty came rushing down the corridor, frog marched me back into my bed and ruthlessly jabbed my posterior with the largest hypodermic needle I've ever seen (again, I was still high as a kite). A few hours later when most of me had awoken again (my posterior was still numb on one side - when that wore off it hurt more than the surgical wounds) I discharged myself against medical advice and have never set foot that hospital again. Foolishly flew to Christchurch the next day for a training course and spent $120 on a taxi fare from the airport to Admiral Motor lodge and then back to Airport Motor Lodge 500m from the airport where the course was being held. Aye aye Captain, moral is to take your time recuperating.
Thank you David , hope the recovery goes well
Thanks for sharing.
Did you feel a personal empathy with Team NZ this afternoon?
Beautifully written accounts. Thankyou.
So pleased you've come through, my husband had the same procedure and can empathize with you, Stay strong and heal.
Well written that man.l had triple by pass ,scariest thing was the preliminary look at the ICU.All those weird machines.
Lovely writing. Be better soon. That Patty Griffin track is a melancholy gem
Glad all went well and you are back with us!
Always a bit of a worry when they say a major piece of equipment doesnt work. What if the pilot announced that ...
Great to hear all went to plan, except the laser. 👍